[ he picks his head up; not one to mope, not when there's still things to do. space to explore, fights to throw himself into. people to protect - even if those people are a pack of foreign weirdos that are suddenly all up in his business like they've got any right to him. there's a thing in his head, they told him. it binds him to a group, but it doesn't mean he's got to be cohesive. or to accept it, and oh boy oh boy, does he reject them all. viciously, physically. he wasn't one to hang out with his classmates, what makes this buncha' fucks think he's gonna be magically agreeable?
which brings him to his next question: ] Did our weirdo-cryptic "saviors" give you psychic powers too?
[ he punts one of the light, plastic balls across the room. listens to it bounce along, and then he mounts the fence in front of the monstrous-looking battlecars. ]
S'like they knew how to trick us into agreeing. Do-or-die. Or other people'd hurt, instead.
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Shit.
[ he picks his head up; not one to mope, not when there's still things to do. space to explore, fights to throw himself into. people to protect - even if those people are a pack of foreign weirdos that are suddenly all up in his business like they've got any right to him. there's a thing in his head, they told him. it binds him to a group, but it doesn't mean he's got to be cohesive. or to accept it, and oh boy oh boy, does he reject them all. viciously, physically. he wasn't one to hang out with his classmates, what makes this buncha' fucks think he's gonna be magically agreeable?
which brings him to his next question: ] Did our weirdo-cryptic "saviors" give you psychic powers too?
[ he punts one of the light, plastic balls across the room. listens to it bounce along, and then he mounts the fence in front of the monstrous-looking battlecars. ]
S'like they knew how to trick us into agreeing. Do-or-die. Or other people'd hurt, instead.